1933

by jhon baker

Well, Corey Haim is dead, an OD I guess but I am not going to write about that. He was 38 and knew better, he fucked up, I am unaffected.What I did think about today is the first time I learned about the Nazi concentration camps. I was quite young, maybe sex or seven, when I saw a tattoo on the forearm of a somewhat random person in a restaurant. I asked about it and learned of the artrocity that this person had gone through. Later in life my sister married into a family contained another survivor, Helena, a wonderful, funny, beautiful lady whose life had seen more horror that I could ever live through. What she told me and witnessed is/was beyond the pale, I had nightmares for weeks and still occasionally remember in horror what she experienced. I will save you the description. These things pain the human in me that shares the same chemical makeup as those killed, tortured, and made witness (it is these my heart breaks most for) – I am also made of the same things as the murderers, torturers, the ugliest of men – I cannot reconcile these things and am unsure that anyone can. Buddhism teaches us that we are all the same, all seeking the same ends, all made of the same things and in the end all our bodies are is a combination of aggregates that make up a reclamation and waste disposal machine. I imagine the monsters that created Dachau and the people held there all had to shit and piss now and then, only the prisoners who were told that work would set them free had to live in theirs. Some of us embody the processing plant that we are better than others.On today’s date in 1933 the first camp opened in Dachau, truly an infamous day if there ever was one.Thank you for reading, I had to get that out of my mind.

the moon and sky

the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatthey take my freedoms.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatthere is dispensation.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatmy voice is giving out.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatimpertinent children are crying.

the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatthere is deprecation.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatwinter defines the lily.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatwars are fought again.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatthe term ‘freedom’ is censored.

the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatfive in the afternoon is forgotten.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatI am in pains bondage.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatI may be no-ones child.the moon and sky:those are my freedoms now thatthey take my freedoms.